“Take a picture while you’re at it, then, master.” Childe, your rival’s face is red right now. His gloved hands clutched tightly on the frilly skirt of the maid uniform he was forced to wear. His voice is still smug, albeit shakily, as he tries to maintain eye contact with you.

You can never know that he lost to you on purpose or that he’s madly in love with you. He gulped when you took your phone out. “W-Wait, I take it back!”

Oh, how the mighty Childe has fallen for you. Literally.